Young punks got guns, now that's a damn shame
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
[Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, hard to believe
The firin' squad'll throw your whole borough under siege

Niggas ain't got nothing to lose
And yo it seems to be I'll nigga
Kill or be killed in the 'Ville, nigga
All up and down Mother Gaston, they blastin' steel

Blow your stacks and chips in A.C.'s with rims
We be livin' good with a Mac and black Tims
Keep this in mind and they might not find you in the river
With the next guy that fly shit that Brownsville deliver, nigga